Go Dawgs! Sic ‘em! Woof, woof, woof!
September 5, 2004
It’s that time of year again, when Saturdays aren’t just a day to recover from your Friday night indiscretions, but an opportunity for debauchery all its own. Yes, it’s college football season again, and boy am I glad it’s back.
I’ll readily admit that I didn’t care about sports—at all—for the first 22 years of my life. Then I met the biggest group of superfans ever, the Bulldogs fans at Huc-a-Poo’s Bites and Booze. These guys love the Dawgs like fish love water, and the spirit is contagious to say the least.
That’s not to say credit shouldn’t be given elsewhere. Many people, from my dad to my best friend Camp, have tried their damndest to explain to me how the sport worked, get me pumped up about it, babysat me through a game when I didn’t know what the hell was going on. And as cool as it was for them to try to explain it to me, I still just didn’t care. It’s something about this atmosphere here…the spectacle of all these people decked in Georgia red, hollerin’ and cheering when things are good and hollerin’ and cussing when things go wrong. It’s intoxicating (and not just because they give out free shots when we score).
I’m not going to write about our rank in the polls, or our standing in the SEC, or the Georgia-Georgia Southern game yesterday (except to say we won), because all of that is tangential. Of course we care about it because we want to see the Dawgs do well—a national championship would be nice—but it’s really all about coming out, having a damn good time, and rooting for the home team. Being a Georgia fan is a hell of an experience. Of course it doesn’t hurt that we’ve got a great team this year, too. But beyond the stats, the scores, the lineup and the schedule, it’s about getting together and cheering on a common goal. What can I say; I’ve got the fever. Go Dawgs!